Chapter 37 Questions

Gu Wenqi subconsciously caught the person, and didn't even pay attention to Lu Yanjing whose life or death was unknown.

Until now, he can still clearly remember every wound on Nan Zhiyan's body.

Almost none of his ten fingers were intact. Later he found out that they were all worn out by Nan Zhiyan trying to hold Lu Yanjing who had fallen into the pit.

I have to admit that at that moment, some kind of indescribable jealousy was at work. How could Lu Yanjing have such pure feelings?

Seeing that Lu Yanjing didn't say anything, Gu Wenqi sneered, turned and walked out of the Speaker's office.

Lu Yanjing lowered his eyes, and his hand, which was tightly holding the stylus, felt painful.

This is not the first time he has heard this sentence. He should believe it. Nan Zhiyan likes him. There will be no one else except him, right?

Ji Lan watched a good show, glanced at Lu Yanjing who looked expressionless, and stood up.

"Then I'll leave too."

As he spoke, as if he remembered something funny, Ji Lan walked out the door, lit a cigarette, smiled, and went downstairs.

There are classrooms downstairs.

When Nan Zhiyan entered the classroom, there was still some time before the class started.

This class is about the application and practice of mathematics and physics. The course is quite complicated, so Nan Zhiyan arrived early.

After transferring the questions on the terminal to the control panel in front of him, Nan Zhiyan began to practice.

This classroom was quieter than the other ones. Except when Nan Zhiyan came in and everyone looked up, it was too quiet at other times.

"Senior Nan, can I ask you for help with this question?"

The person in the front row seemed to hesitate for a long time, then turned around and asked Nan Zhiyan in a low voice.

Nan Zhiyan looked up and saw that it was a partial differential equation problem about electromagnetic guided missile cannon.

As for the person in front of him, Nan Zhiyan glanced at the blue brooch on the man with glasses in front of him.

A B-level student, but this person is a little different from the others. He is one of the few students in the public school who has made the leap from E-level to B-level by relying on the public school comprehensive test.

But the class transition did not seem to change him at all. This man lowered his head, and his overly long hair even covered his eyebrows, making him look a little gloomy.

If you don't listen carefully, you can't even hear what he is saying.

The boy's voice was very low. Unnoticed by either of them, the people around them who had been working on their questions with their heads down all stopped writing at the same time.

"This question is about the thermal protection analysis of missile bodies. It uses FEM discretization, implicit advancement under time synchronization, and finally coupling the aerodynamic heating original term."

After taking a careful look, Nan Zhiyan spoke calmly and told his idea of how to solve the problem.

The boy suddenly realized, and his face, which he had not dared to raise completely, suddenly raised up the next moment Nan Zhiyan finished speaking.

His expression could not conceal his excitement.

"I understand. Thank you, thank you, Senior Nan!"

The boy turned his head and began typing frantically on his control panel.

But he didn't notice the eyes cast by people around him.

Until a shadow fell in front of him, the boy raised his head, and the next moment, he was facing a handsome face with arrogant and lazy look.

The silver earrings were a bit dazzling under the bright lights in the classroom, and the boy raised his hand to block them reflexively.

"Hey, make room."

Ji Lan knocked on the table of the man with glasses with one hand, but his eyes fell on Nan Zhiyan behind him.

The moment Ji Lan stepped into the classroom, the people around looked over.

Different from the obscure look just now, everyone's gazes were now open and aboveboard.

After getting used to the light, the boy put down his hand and found that the person standing in front of him was Ji Lan.

Hearing Ji Lan's voice, the boy's face turned pale instantly. He didn't dare to stay any longer. He stood up and ran away from Ji Lan.

He pulled the chair with one hand and moved it in front of Nan Zhiyan. The harsh sound still made Nan Zhiyan raise his head.

"Master Hisoka."

With a stride, Ji Lan sat face to face with Nan Zhiyan.

With his long legs resting on both sides of Nan Zhiyan's desk, Ji Lan leaned on the back of the chair, just looking at Nan Zhiyan.

Because it was closer than usual, a faint minty scent drifted into Ji Lan's nostrils.

It smelled quite good, and Ji Lan couldn't help but move closer.

So is this the smell that Ji Xun smells every time he sniffs at Nan Zhiyan's neck like a dog?

As he thought about it, Ji Lan moved closer.

It was not until Nan Zhiyan stepped back and looked up to meet his cold gaze that Ji Lan realized what he had done.

"Hey, Nan Zhiyan, what perfume are you wearing? It smells pretty good."

Without any embarrassment, Ji Lan looked into Nan Zhiyan's eyes and asked.

"I don't have the habit of wearing perfume, Master Hisoka."

Nan Zhiyan lowered his head and answered Ji Lan's questions while solving the problem at hand.

"Then why do you smell so good?"

The frivolous words coming out of Ji Lan's mouth seemed natural, as if he was just talking to himself.

Ji Lan never seemed to think that there was anything strange about what he said.

So Nan Zhiyan did not answer again. Such a question was meaningless.

Ji Lan didn't seem to intend to force Nan Zhiyan to answer this question, and his eyes immediately fell on the control panel under Nan Zhiyan.

The complicated formulas and codes gave him a headache.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, his attention was attracted by Nan Zhiyan's hand again.

A very beautiful pair of hands, with long and white fingers, and the way they hold the stylus looks particularly beautiful.

But these hands look even better when holding a recurve bow.

Although Ji Lan was not very interested in archery, thanks to last year's competition, Ji Lan still took a look at it.

Nan Zhiyan is very different at the archery range than usual.

"Why don't you ask me what I want from you?"

Seeing that Nan Zhiyan was only focused on doing his homework and ignored him, Ji Lan bent his legs and bumped into Nan Zhiyan's desk.

The tip of the pen trembled slightly and I made a mistake in the formula.

Nan Zhiyan frowned slightly, erased the wrong formula, and raised his head.

"Master Hisoka, what can I do for you?"

"Ah, this? Nothing much, just a little bored."

Ji Lan smiled, and the rogue look on his handsome face made everyone around him feel a little sympathetic towards Nan Zhiyan.

This Master Hisoka is really something, how can he be so inexplicable! Isn't he deliberately looking for trouble with Senior Nan?

Staring into Nan Zhiyan's eyes, Ji Lan said this sentence slowly. He was a little curious whether Nan Zhiyan would be angry.

But the answer was obvious. Nan Zhiyan just paused, as if he didn't expect him to answer like this.

Then I continued to bury my head and focus on the question at hand.

He's really like Lu Yanjing. He never gets angry no matter what you say.

Ji Lan chuckled, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I just want to ask you a few questions."

Ji Lan stepped back, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

But before he lit it up, he glanced at Nan Zhiyan in front of him, and without knowing what he was thinking about, Ji Lan put the cigarette back.

Nan Zhiyan still didn't say anything, waiting for Ji Lan to speak.

"Why doesn't Jing meet Lord Qiu Lun?"

"Master's schedule is full and he has no time."

"Has the person in charge of the Lavelle mining plan been decided?"

“The parliament is still discussing it.”

"Where has Nan Zhixing been recently?"

"I went to Joron."

The two of them asked and answered each other, and the stylus in Nan Zhiyan's hand never even stopped.